Trucks

Here is my boy who, for the last year has grown up in a construction zone... and because of it, has developed an obsession for trucks of all kinds.

Cement trucks, pick-up trucks, moving trucks, delivery trucks, fire engine trucks, the mail truck, dump trucks and the the ever favorite garbage truck!

Friday is garbage day and the truck usually comes for pick-up right after our lunch time. We hear it coming, Jack is beside himself with excitement and I can hardly open the front door or pull open the kid's front window fast enough. Then it's silent. Nobody makes a noise while we take in the sounds of garbage canisters being lifted and dumped as the truck makes its way around the circle. Then the truck pulls away and we cheer.

Today the garbage truck failed to arrive at its usual pick-up time. We played and waited and played some more until I felt like we couldn't wait any longer for nap time. I read him a story and rocked him to sleep. I love rocking my children for nap time. I love thinking... and counting my blessings as I hold them close. I love listening to their soft breathing while I gaze at their peaceful resting faces.

Jack was sound asleep in my arms... and then, in the distance, was the sound of a rumbling truck approaching. Though the noise was faint, Jack's little ears caught hold of that familiar weekly joy and he sat up in my arms like a little rocket ready for take-off. He pointed to the door and we hurried out of his room and to the front window. We watched as the green monster made its rounds and then grumbled down the street to the next neighborhood. Then quietly, we turned from the window, re-entered his room and nestled back into the rocking chair. In a moment he had dozed into dreamland. All was right in the world :)